Posts by dramaqueen

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  • Some Alternatives for you…

    So here’s some things I’ve done to try to stop injuring…. btw, I have told people (teachers, parents, friends) so people know now and I know I need to stop. I have tried just listening to a sad song and crying, letting out my feelings with the tears. That makes me feel calmer. Also, I…

  • Just told someone….

    After school yesterday, I broke down. I knew that spring break wasn’t going to be better, it would be worse. I didn’t know what telling people was going to do, but I figured it would open someone’s eyes – I’m not that perfect girl everyone thinks I am. I have problems I can’t deal with….

  • Spring break blues…

    Today is the last day before spring break… a whole week of nothing but parents and chores and HOME. I don’t want to go… I love school (I know that sounds crazy but there is a lot less stress/yelling here) and I would rather be here than at home. My dad wont speak to me…

  • To tell or not to tell…

    Today one of my friends noticed my arm and asked me what I did to it. I said, “Something” and changed the subject. I’m afraid she’ll tell on me now because I told her mom when she joked about committing suicide. If she tells now, my life will be ruined I think. I think that…

  • Psychotic?

    I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. Supposedly I look extremely depressed or something because almost every teacher has come up to me to ask me what’s wrong. I shrug and walk away because I don’t know what to say to them… I can’t tell them everything, I can’t tell anyone everything. I try…

  • I don’t know what to do….

    I injure all the time…. whenever I’m angry at my parents or at life or just depressed. My parents don’t care about me – they only have me do chores and yell at me. My brother joined the army, and he moved away to South Carolina. I miss him, but I don’t want him to come…